Last night’s storm must have raced ahead of the one sure to follow this afternoon. Aki and I welcome the resulting sun break. We walk once again on the compact Sheep Creek delta alone except for the birds. The mature bald eagle has taken up his customary perch on the number 2 channel marker. Common mallards float in the creek eddies or in the channel waters just off shore. Crows complain and bicker while the sentinel for a raft of surf scoters lets go with one of the breed’s signature “Three Stooges” trills. Little lakes that in summer are full of salmon reflect the sun-brightened slopes of Sheep Mountain.
Aki, a little poodle-mix that has flirted with otters and run off bears, looks a little bored. Just another day in paradise, little dog.